He held out his hand, held each other's hand, squeezed it gently, and then smiled reluctantly.
"You are all right, go back, brother, you keep your legs, and you will often look for them."
King was very happy to see that his eldest son had made the right decision, and he wanted to go on dealing with his youngest son. But when he suddenly broke out.
"I have always been reluctant to send me back, but I have something to ask you, can you?"
"What?"
"I don't want to go back naked."
"Then what do you want to take back?"
"Yes... yes..."
With that, the King glanced again, stretched himself a little, and stammered, waiting in front for a little drunkard.
"What do you want to take back?"
"I also want to invite Warat back to be Mr. and Mrs. Tunakhon!"
Without a word, Nevin burst into a sudd
